Musings on Being Hard

I like being hard. Not solely as a means to jerk off or have sex, but just for the sake of being erect. It feels good to be engorged, extending down the leg of my khakis where if I shift in my chair just right it rubs deliciously against the inside of my thigh. Even when I do masturbate, I like to hold off as long as I can (unless I’m pressed for time and need to rub a quick one out.) I like the way the skin glides up and down the hard shaft. I like the weight of it in my hand, all that blood coursing through the veins. Just the thought of growing erect is enough to make me hard.

And that’s when the fantasies start. It might be a girl blowing me under my desk while I work, or perhaps the sexy new temp notices my bulge and wants to investigate, or I imagine sliding my cock between her beautiful tits.

Then, when I have the time or desire, I’ll prepare myself to finish what I started. What this entails is deciding on what mental vision or scene I want to use to bring me off. Usually it will be whatever happened to turn me on the most. With that in mind, I’ll finally let myself out.

Usually there isn’t much that needs to be done at this point. I’m very likely incredibly hard already, so it’s just a matter of taking that extra step. But first, I like to take a moment and admire the erection, if it’s a particularly strong one. (If there are any guys reading this, you know what I’m talking about.) Then, with my imagination supplying the visual stimulus, I’ll take the veined shaft in hand and stroke; it usually only takes a few before I come.

Sometimes, if I’m in a bit of a rush and I climax before I can get myself fully hard again, the actual sensation of release will leave me even harder than I was before I came.

When I can build up to a climax like this, it feels so much more satisfying than just a quick jerk for the sake of a quick jerk. After all, it’s the journey, not the destination.

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